DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia nor any of its characters. Hidekaz Himaruya does. The story and idea of the Hetalia fanfiction "When History Repeats Itself" however is written by me.

This story is partly inspired by the adorable Belarus fanarts I saw on Tumblr, and partly because I thought Bela fics needs more love!

Chapter 1:

SPURNED

With the loud upbeat music blaring from the speakers and neon lights flashing through the club, Natalya Arlovskaya couldn't be more out of place in her dark lacy dress and ribbons as she stuck out like a sore thumb among the dense sea of bodies dancing and grinding against each other in the beat of the music. Heels clacking while pulling at her huge skirts, she slipped past the drunken clubbers, eyes squinting and scanning the place in search of a familiar beige-blonde head wrapped around in scarves.

A frustrated huff escaped her lips. She wouldn't even be here if not for her sister, Yekaterina, who had all but dragged her into coming with her in one of America's loud parties, something she had suspected to have something to do with the annoying host's lesser known sibling. But whatever, it was none of her business. If not for the accidental slip of her sister about their beloved brother's attendance, she would not have dared to set foot into this den of inebriated fools. But of course, she figured that for the love of her brother and to always make sure that he was always happy and away from harm, she has to constantly keep an eye on him and follow him wherever he goes even if it meant that she was to endure this utter nonsense.

Several hours later, Natalya felt herself wobbling a little in her shoes. Her feet were getting sore from running all over the place and she couldn't help but get this sinking feeling that her dear brother had 'disappeared' from her again. She could still remember the countless times when she'd aggressively pursue him, only to have him 'shy' away from her and run off to somewhere else. Of course, she'd always chase after him wherever he goes, but as soon as she catches up with him, he always slips into the safety of an impregnable building and quickly slams the door in her face. Sighing, she couldn't help but feel a bit upset about her brother's actions towards her, after all, she only wanted what she thought was best for her brother and she was more than willing to do what it takes to make him happy. But she supposed that the reason why he was acting like that was because he was just a bit timid.

At the thought, a small and almost invisible smile graced the corner of her lips. That's right. She just needed to try harder after all. Then maybe, Russia would finally come out of his shell and reciprocate her feelings. With a slight spring in her step and renewed hope, she continued to look over the heads of the clubbers for a sign of her beloved Ivan.

And at last after several minutes, she had found him. Her heart soared in happiness and she breathed a sigh of relief as she found his figure at the other end of the club, sitting comfortably in a large lounge chair as he drank from his glass what would probably be vodka.

Lips curling up after finding that he was safe and sound, she briskly strode off to his direction to accompany him but then suddenly tensed as she saw from the corner of her eye two arms coming up at Russia from behind, slowly crawling down his neck.

Then all she saw was red.

Instinctively, she pulled out a knife from under her skirts and dashed towards her brother at a break neck speed, ready to stab the enemy to death to 'protect' her beloved. In her haste, she did not see the surprised smile that Russia gave out when he recognized the face of the 'offender' or how he protectively shielded the 'enemy' when he saw Belarus lunge at them at the corner of his eye.

As Natalya raised her knife high into the air and hurled against the familiar pony-tailed Asian to permanently 'remove' the 'threat' from her brother, a shrill desperate voice broke into her deep stupor of bloodlust amidst the furious storm of dark skirts, pink scarves, green military uniforms and droplets of thick red blood.

"SESTRA, STOP!"

For a moment, the loud music that blared throughout the place seemed to turn mute as the sound of cold sharp metal noisily clattered down the floor and echoed throughout the club, followed by a young blonde woman falling down on her knees, stupefied and horror-struck as she stared at the pale, shocked Russia and the quivering Chinese man behind him. A long cut run across the side of his chest, tearing through his thick heavy-set coat and through the skin and flesh there, leaving a deep narrow wound where a small stream of blood oozed, and dyeing his tan coat crimson.

Upon noticing the injury sustained by her brother, the platinum blonde quickly snapped back into her senses and bent forward to look at the wound and have it treated it as soon as possible, but the resounding slap she got as her brother swatted her arms away from him got her frozen on the spot.

"Ivane? Brate?..." her voice wavered a bit as she asked him unsurely, signs of liquids starting to pool in her eyes.

The tall Russian man leveled her with an icy cold stare that seemed to freeze her insides and cut through her sharper than a Nihon's prized katana, but any of this couldn't have prepared her for the emotional breakdown she's about to experience when he spoke this next few words.

"Ne trogayte menya."

His voice was sharp and cold, every syllable spoken with such biting chill even colder than the freezing brutal winters that plagued his lands when General Winter came. And he walked away without another word, scarf trailing behind him, with the pony-tailed Asian following him closely behind.

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Translation notes:

Ne trogayte menya- Do not touch me

Sestra- sister

Brate- brother

Author's Notes:

Hi guys! This is my first Hetalia fic. I've recently went back to the fandom [after so many years] after seeing those cute Bela fanarts... Anyway, I do hope the story's okay and hopefully nobody's acting very OOC. It has been a while since I've watched the series. ^u^''' If you liked it enough and/or found it quite interesting, I'd be sooo happy if you guys follow or favorite this story. And if you have any comments, suggestions, criticisms, whatever, it would be GREATLY APPRECIATED if you guys would leave a review. Reviews motivate me to do even better and it would be a great help to know what you think if the story is somehow becoming weird or trashy. :)

BTW, if you noticed the cover picture I used for this story, it is actually made up of 3 pictures I saw in Google which were then edited by me... So yeah, I did not draw anything because I'm too tired for the love of Hetalia...but if it is an issue for anyone, this image will solely be used as a story cover for this particular story. It will not be uploaded anywhere else or will I try to make profit out of it. Also, if any of the artists of the pictures want their work to be credited, then I'd be much obliged to do so! ^u^ Thank you guys for the lovely fanarts! 3

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Chapter 2: ENCOUNTER

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Grumbling, she massaged her temples and asked the bartender for some ice-cold water. Feeling a bit hot, she pressed the side of the side of the glass against the side of her face and neck to cool her burning skin.

As she was doing so, she felt a presence somewhat watching her. Almost immediately, she snapped her eyes open and instinctively reached for a knife under her skirt as she turned sharply to her left.

"What do you want?" she snarled, pointing the tip of her blade to the anonymous presence beside her.

A low rumbling laughter came out from the person beside her who turned out to be a tall muscular blonde man.

"I see you're doing quite well Belarus…" he said.